Sorry it's been so long since I last posted, I've been really busy with school and Xbox and other miscellaneous things.

I've been putting together my own Matoran language (I know, I'm a nerd) and have come up with about 40+ words including nouns, pronouns, adjectives, and verbs. I'll try to post 'em tomorrow.

Also, I found a poem and the rough draft of a short story that I wrote last year:

Sedron Nordhus' Rising

Listen again to the tale

Of the ancient warrior, Sedron,

Who rode on the back of a whale

And dubbed all his enemies dead men.

He carried two swords

That could massacre hordes

Of the foes spread hither and thither

He sailed the seas

Answ'ring the pleas

Of royals and vill'gers alike.

On the day he fought Thor,

'Twas barely a fight,

He gained the Mjolnir,

Regardless Thor's plight.

Then he shouted on high,

For his glory was nigh,

"Huzzah, huzzah!

I depart to Valhalla!"

He arrived in that hall,

O that glorious hall!

And announced to them all

Of the Mighty Thor's fall.

He raised the Mjolnir,

And his heart swelled.

For he saw their fear

As the hammer was felled.

And lo! it did fall

In that glorious hall.

And the patrons then fled,

For King Odin was dead!

And so goes the tale

Of the warrior, Sedron,

Who sought to be hailed

By all gods and all men.

But lo! 'twas not meet

That he should succeed,

For Thor would avenge

His father, King Odin!

Just a Feeling (rough draft)

Lance was walking around campus with the other popular students. Wherever they went, other kids parted before them like the Red Sea. He was grinning so wide his lips turned white. This is paradise, he thought to himself.

Then the alarm clock went off.

"Nooo," he grumbled.

He got up, showered and got dressed. Then he went downstairs to the kitchen.

"Hey, Dad," he said. "Last night, Rick told me about a party Don Fredericks is having tonight. Is it all right if I go?"

Mr. Anderson frowned and looked up from the newspaper. "How late?" he asked.

"Not that late," Lance replied. "It'll only be for, like, an hour."

"How late?" insisted his father.

"Ten," said Lance, already knowing his father's answer. "Forget it. Bye."

He walked out the door and ran to the bus stop.

"I'm sneaking to the party," he told Rick during lunch period.

"Again?" Rick moaned. "You've been caught all the other times. What makes you think you won't be this time?"

"Just a feeling," Lance said as he watched the squad of 15 or so idolized Seniors walk by.

"Ow!" said Lance between clenched teeth as he landed on the hard lawn. He grabbed his bike and pedaled as fast as he could to the Fredericks' home. When he got there, he dropped his bike on the lawn and sprinted to the door. Before he could knock, the door opened.

"Well, well, well," said Don. "Hey, guys! Look who decided to show up!"

Lance was greeted by a sea of faces. Then Don thrust a bottle of what he assumed was soda in his hand.

"Make yourself at home, kid," Don said, laughing.

Half an hour passed and Lance had started feeling a little dizzy. Then Don grabbed him by the wrist and led him out to the garage with three other party-goers. Chuckling, Don dropped a set of keys in Lance's open hand.

"How'd you like to take her for a spin?" he said, gesturing to a red Jaguar with his head.

"Seriously?" exclaimed Lance. He hopped in the driver's seat and waited for the others to get in.

"You know what?" he said. "I just realized your parents are gone."

"Business trip in San Fran," Don replied.

Lance pulled out of the garage and peeled out over a corner of the lawn. The last thing he remembered was looking up and seeing a telephone poll rushing down to greet them.

Lance awoke in a small, white room. He looked around at the assorted flowers, cards, and balloons. Then he heard a slow, rhythmic beeping and a low, quiet humming in the background. He realized where he was.

"Dad? Hello?" he called. "Can anyone hear me?"

A nurse walked by the door and, seeing he was awake, smiled. She turned around and, after a few seconds, came back with Lance's dad.

Mr. Anderson knelt by the bed. "Lance," he said, eyes glistening with tears.

After a half hour, Lance had been told he hadn't woken for three days. His father also told him his arm was broken in two places and his collar bone was fractured.

Lance stood up. "What about Don and the others?"

His father seemed to suddenly age ten years. "One of the girls and the boy in the back didn't make it. The other girl has a dislocated shoulder." said Mr. Anderson. "Don has a concussion and broken jaw. He's in a coma."

Lance's shoulders sank and the regular enthusiasm in his eyes dissipated. Why didn't I listen to you, Dad? he thought. I knew Don had gotten in trouble for drinking before. Why didn't I just listen?

"I knew you shouldn't have gone," said Rick during lunch period the day after Lance was released from jail. He was paler now.

Lance had to stay in jail the last month or so for drunk driving. Ever since he came back to school, other students stared at him. Not with envy, jealousy, or awe like he used to dream of; but rather, with hate, disgust, and fear.

"I shouldn't have tried becoming popular," he said. "All it brought was pain. I should've stayed with my real friends: you, Lisha, and Katie."

"I shouldn't have even told you about the party," said Rick quietly.

"Don't try and blame it on yourself," said Lance.

Four Months Later

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in," said Lance.

Mr. Anderson opened the bedroom door. "Is your homework done?" he asked.

"Yep."

"Chores?"

"Yeah."

"Groceries?"

"Kitchen counter," replied Lance.

"Good," said his dad. "Thanks. Oh! I almost forgot. Don left a message saying he's having a party on Saturday. Do you want to go?"

"No," said Lance. "I'm done with parties for now."

I'm a little disappointed with the ending of the short story.